“Yep. Last one,” he grunts as he places the box in the back of the truck and dusts his hands off.
I stand on the sidewalk, one hand shielding my eyes from the blazing sun.
He closes the back of the truck and then walks to me with a warm smile. “I was dreading putting that last box on there,” he murmurs when he’s next to me.
“Why?” I ask as he takes my hand in his.
“Because the last box means less time with you.” He clasps my chin between his fingers, a gentle smile on his lips as he studies mine. “Thank you for driving all this way to help me.”
“Wouldn’t have missed it.”
He brings his mouth down to mine to kiss me and I sigh, lacing my arms around the back of his neck.
“You know what I was thinking?” he asks when our lips part.
“What?”
“Today would be a really good day for ice cream. My treat. You want some?”
I bite back a smile. “I’d love some.”
Torres makes his way to the apartment to lock the door, then walks with me to his car. I climb inside and he starts it up, the AC blasting on our faces. He drives a short distance, pulling up to a small ice cream shop.
I go for chocolate ice cream with a waffle cone and he gets cookies and cream. After he pays, we sit at a table beneath an umbrella, looking out at the passing traffic on the road.
I feel eyes on me as I eat my ice cream and look over at Torres. He’s looking right at me with a boyish smirk.
“What?” I ask, narrowing my eyes playfully.
“You’re giving me too many ideas with that tongue of yours right now,” he says.
I laugh. “Oh, really? What kind of ideas?”
“You know what kind of ideas I’m talking about.”
I can’t fight my laugh as I go back to eating my ice cream. He reaches across the table to grab my hand. “Think you can stay with me tonight? I don’t leave until morning.”
“Uh…sure. But where will we sleep?” I ask. “You packed everything up.”
“I have blankets I can pull out…that is if you don’t mind laying on the floor. Won’t be the most comfortable thing, but if it means more time with you…”
I feel heat rise to my cheeks and lower my gaze. “I’ll be happy to stay with you. Just need to let my mom know.”
He smiles and then licks his ice cream. “Let’s finish these on the way back,” he says, releasing my hand, and pushing to a stand.
I stand with him, heading back to his car. We drive back, eating our ice cream with one hand, hand-in-hand with the other. I finish mine just as we arrive at his apartment complex and as he parks and climbs out the car, he scarfs the rest of his down.
“Come on,” he says, rounding the car, and taking my hand. He leads the way back to the apartment, a pep in his step.
“What are you doing?” I giggle as he tugs on my hand.
As soon as we set foot inside the empty apartment, he shuts and locks the door and then turns to me, cupping my face in his hands and bumping me backwards until my lower back reaches the kitchen counter.
I sigh as he picks me up and places me on the countertop, taking in the taste of cookies and vanilla on his lips. He drags his lips down to the hollow of my throat and I hold him tight, savoring this moment like it is my last. Technically, this will be our last time together before he visits again.
I lean back so he can bring my shorts and panties down and when they are discarded, I reach down to shove his shorts and boxers lower down his hips. He adjusts me by the hips, angling them perfectly, and then he’s inside me. I gasp, holding onto him, and panting raggedly.
He catches my ragged breaths, his lips claiming mine all over again, devouring me whole as he thrusts into me.
“I love you so much,” he sighs when the kiss breaks.
“I love you,” I say back.
“I’ll miss this. Miss you.”
I can’t hear those words right now, so I kiss him again and he brings me off the counter, carries me to the vacant living room, and lays my back on the hardwood floor, all while still being inside me.
And this time, we are relentless. I hold his face and kiss him deep, and he fucks me like he will never be able to get enough. I swallow his groans as he sips my moans.
And before I know it, my back is arching and I’m coming for him. All for him.
“That’s it, preciosa,” he murmurs. “I needed that from you. I want to take it with me and never forget it.” His head drops and his mouth presses to the crook of my neck. A loud groan fills my ear as his body stills and he comes too. “Oh, fuck, Amber.”